Liam’s POV
What had just happened? It went from all calm where we were all settling back down from the show we just played to shouting and a book being thrown at Sophie’s face. What had gotten into Rebecca lately? I mean I know she had her exams and everything but she’s never been so worked up about any other exam. There had to be something on her mind to make her this angry.
“I’m fine.”
“Sophie it’s not fine! You’ve got a clean cut from your so called best friend!”
“Don’t you dare talk about my best friend like that!”
“You’re sticking up for someone who just through a hardback book at you? Really?”
“She’s stressed! You guys aren’t making it easy for her either!”
“Well if she had exams why did she come?”
“Because she was invited! What’s it to you anyway? I can’t believe you’re actually saying this shit. She’s been there for me longer than you have and you think as soon as she mucks up you can just waltz in here and tell her what’s right or wrong? No I don’t-“
I had to cover my mouth from allowing a gasp to escape it. I watched as the black-haired boy pushed her against the wall, smashing his lips to hers. Michael forced himself onto the tempered girl. I was expecting her to invite him but no.
Her response was to shove him away from her his body stumbling back. The clearly confused boy took a step towards her only to be pushed back again.
“Don’t even touch me!”
“Soph-“
“No! You had your chance and you blew it” The wobbly in her voice showed through her strong words as a tear slipped. I sat speechless to the episode which played before me as she fled from the room. My only thought was to run after her, I had known her for years and I felt as though our friendship was drifting.
Ashton accompanied Michael who had fallen to the floor and curled into a ball to cry so I rushed up and after her.
“Sophie!” I called when she had reached the tour bus and pulled herself up the steps. Running up after her, I grasped hold of her and pulled the weak girl into my arms where she released her tears, soaking my sweaty shirt. “Shhh” I cooed and let my hand rub her back soothingly in hope to calm her.
Once Sophie’s crying had died down to a sniff here and there, she shuffled back a little and raised her face to let our eyes meet. My hands raised to her face, gently wiping the remaining tears from her swollen and cut cheek. The stare was deep and full of emotion, from pain to anger to complete confusion. Every emotion burned through my orbs, stealing the oxygen in which I had to gasp for.
My throat gulped on last time before I could grasp onto the current situation. Our faces had leant in so that our foreheads were touching. Our feet stumbled towards the side of the bus until her back came into contact with it and we could move no more. Our lips parted, my tongue rolling over my perked lips. My mind screamed at me. This was so wrong, so very wrong. Yet every move we made was unstoppable. What was I doing?
Our lips attached and the rest was a blur. We shared no love in our actions, just emotions that were dying to escape. Our bodies were numb to one another’s touch. Nothing was between us as our figures moved with each other, her back pinned against the creaking bed of the tour bus. I was screaming inside yet nothingness filled me.
It was so wrong but felt so right.
